Tang Shi had never taken the initiative to talk to Bo Ye. There was always a strange and defensive look in her eyes. This realization made Bo Ye feel very irritated. But this time, Tang Shi took the initiative to speak, "You want... to...

Is there cooking here?”

Bo Ye lowered his eyelids, and the man stood by the window. The sunlight from outside came in and cast shadows around him. Half of his face was turned sideways, and the bridge of his nose was straight. He had a beautiful face, but his eyes were lonely, like ice.

The seal's blade was dull, rusty, and decayed over the years.

He was speaking calmly, with a hint of coldness and indifference, "I'm afraid you'll be bored. If you have nothing to do, you can cook to divert your attention."

It happened that Tang Wei also wanted to eat Tang Shi's cooking. Although her cooking skills were average, the little boy missed her cooking skills.

To be honest, Bo Ye misses her too.

Except for the poached egg last time, there was a long river of time between him and Tang Shi. The last time she cooked for him... it could be traced back to a few years ago, when she was not in prison.

At that time, Tang Shi, the daughter of the Tang family who had no fingers in the spring water, married him. She went to learn the crafts he wanted for him, and learned to cook every day. Sometimes her fingers were wrapped with two or three band-aids, and she spent all her efforts waiting for them.

It's a sleepless night, the food is cold, and the mind is cold.

Bo Ye suddenly felt the urge to cry.

The man raised his face, blinked hard, and then his Adam's apple moved up and down. From a distance, the picture looked quite handsome, with a perfect jawline connected to his neck, forming a neat arc.

But his expression seemed to be suppressing something.

I can't understand the Tang poetry, but my heart is in great pain.

She subconsciously asked, "Hello... may I ask if a lot of things happened to us before...?"

Otherwise, why, even if she didn't see his face, just his name would make her... feel so uncomfortable?

Bo Ye's fingers trembled slightly as Tang Shi finally asked this question, a question that he had no courage to answer.

"us……"

Countless words rolled over the tip of my tongue, but in the end only a few numbers remained.

"We are just friends."

Bo Ye smiled with red eyes, "If you forget it, just forget it. It's no shame."

"Really?" Tang Shi murmured, "I always feel that I have forgotten very important people and things, but my brain seems to deliberately not let me remember them. I have been hurt, but I have forgotten the culprit."

The culprit is standing right in front of you.

It was you who had loved for countless days and nights, and in the end, even the hatred was filled with love mixed with blood... Bo Ye.

Tang Shi pressed her temple and hissed, "Sorry, I lost my composure in front of you."

Bo Ye did not step forward, but only dared to look at her like this. He was thinking, if Tang Shi couldn't remember what happened before, would it be a good thing... or a bad thing?

But before he had time to make a choice, someone had already taken a step ahead of him.

That evening, Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi.

I confessed my love very seriously.

Tang Shi was startled, "I...I'm not familiar with you."

"We really knew each other before." Su Qi confessed to Tang Shi word for word, "I admit that I did something sorry for you before, which made you think I was a bad person, so you forgot about me. But Tang Shi

, I am serious about chasing you, can you give me a chance to come back?"

He was very despicable and wanted to take down Tang Shi in one fell swoop when he forgot about it.

At that time, Bo Ye was standing outside the ward. As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, he heard a sound and took his hand back as if he was electrocuted.
Chapter completed!